Kelly clapped a hand on his shoulder. “It was a noble sacrifice, Bortus. We’ll have Gordon replicate you a case of something.”
“It’s… eating,” said Chief of Security Alara Kitan, her brow furrowed. “It’s not attacking. It’s just really, really hungry.”
The Orville and the gutted Sagan were ejected from the nebula like a watermelon seed, tumbling end over end into clear space. The cloud, looking visibly offended, contracted into a tight, angry ball and zipped away at warp speed, probably to find a nice, bland asteroid to cleanse its palate. The Orville
Ed turned to Bortus. “Status?”
“It will taste of photons and lies,” Bortus said grimly. Kelly clapped a hand on his shoulder
Back on the bridge, the crew was picking themselves up off the floor.
“Activating,” Kelly said.
Kelly blinked. “The what?”